Outside the Window
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That was a long time ago, and the little sparrows in Qiaoerpan still shuttled back and forth playfully among the whirling treetops, stirring up the shadows of the trees falling on the ground, happily enjoying the dusk. The air, which has been burned by the scorching sun all day, is now full of exhaustion, lying lazily on this beautiful golden field, close to covering it. Every blade of grass is as proud as the harvested wheat grains, holding its proud head high and dressing itself up as a noble lady with the beautiful golden color of dusk, each of them giving their best to the glory and brilliance of life. At this moment, the little shepherd boy Abai is lying among the fat and tender weeds, staring at the sky. This is a rare free time after he has settled the sheep and cut the grass. At this time when the golden autumn is about to pass, in addition to feeding the sheep in the fields, he also has to beat two bales of grass every day. Only through accumulation over time can we ensure that the livestock will not lack forage in the severe winter that will come in the future. This ancient wisdom has not been interrupted by the passage of time and space, even in Cholpan Village, which is far away from the grassland, the eternal spiritual home of the Kazakh people. Lying next to him was his good friend Moen. Moen did not herd sheep, and their family was not engaged in animal husbandry. They only used to feed a few sheep at home when he was very young. The two brothers were inseparable. In the past, Moen would accompany Abai to cut grass, and then play together in the fields for a while.
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